In the tenth year of Yuanhe in the Tang Dynasty, there was heavy snow in the sky. Liu Zongyuan and I were swimming on the Yongzhou River.
A fisherman wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat was fishing in the river, feeling quite sad.
In the eleventh year of Yuanhe, I received Liu Zongyuan's suicide note and a red pill on the Huaixi front line.
Liu Zongyuan's suicide note told me that the scenery I saw that day was not snow, but blood.
——A man in a lone boat fishing for blood in the cold river
I burst into tears and took up my pen to change a word.
——A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river
Purpose: I want to write an emotional Cthulhu Chinese novel